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"Why, if here ain't Bokay Baldy!" cried the agile Wiggin, stooping to fresh prey. "Found them slippers yet, Baldy? Tell yu' boys, that was turruble sad luck Baldy had. Did yu' hear about that? Baldy, yu' know, he can stay on a tame horse most as well as the schoolmarm. But just you give him a pair of young knittin'-needles and see him make 'em sweat!
"Yes, I think I can guess," admitted Cartoner, with his slow smile. "But you won't tell me?" "No. When do you expect them?" "I'll answer that and ask you another," said Captain Cable, getting a yellow decanter from a locker beneath the table. "That's port ship-chandler's port. I won't say it's got a bokay, mind." For Captain Cable's hospitality was not showy or self-sufficient.
I ain't goin' to resemble just me myself, standin' up to be married in a coat-suit you get some floor-walker to pick out for me. White satin or nothin'. An' a veil and white satin slippers." He looked at her helplessly. "White satin, my dear? And a veil?" "Yes, sir. An' a shower bokay," said she, firmly. "I got to insist on the shower bokay.
"I can't say the same of you, Birdie," he declared unsmilingly. "You're bloomin' as as a kebbige." "Kebbige?" sniffed the girl. "Kebbige, sure," nodded the man of married experience. "Guess mebbe it ain't a bokay fer smell. But fer taste with corned beef? Gee!" Birdie took no umbrage. "You got to it after awhiles," she remarked slyly.
"Why, you oughter see him just nussin' that bag like a baby as he comes tearin' down the grade, and then rise up and sorter heave it to Mrs. Baker ez if it was a five-dollar bokay! His feelin's for her! Why, he's give himself so dead away to her that we're looking for him to forget what he's doin' next, and just come sailin' down hisself at her feet."
Then, Carlie, he cum up to me, th' other day, and he says, 'Smell my buttonhole bokay. He had some vi'lets stickin' in his buttonhole, and I went to smell 'em and water squirted on me out of 'em. I guess I've stood about enough, and if he does another thing I don't like, he better look out!"
"I don't know; she just of a sudden flung down and began to hollow and I ain't never got her to say." "Oh, I want a supper and a veil and a bokay!" came in a perfect howl from the folds of the sleeve. "I want some supper, too, Louisa Helen," said Everett quickly, and a smile lifted the corners of his mouth as the situation began to unravel itself to his sympathetic concern.
"Not a bit, not a bit, young lady. She's proud to show off her flowers. They're one of the sights of Granville. Mis' Brownleigh loves to have comp'ny. Jest go right over an' tell her I sent you. She'll tell you all about 'em, an' like ez not she'll give you a bokay to take 'long. She's real generous with 'em."
"Skip, then, you," came muffled from within, "and keep you'self mighty sca'ce till they can appreciate our frolic." The Southerner withdrew deeper into his bed, and Mr. McLean, informing him that he was a fool, arose and saddled his horse. From the saddle-bag, he brought a parcel, and lightly laying this beside Bokay Baldy, he mounted and was gone.
You sed-down heah an' keep still, an' ef she's upstairs maybe I kin git yer in dere a minute. Ef I can't, I kin put yo' bokay 'mongs' de res', whar she won't know nuthin' erbout it." A moment after she had gone there was a step in the hall, and old Mrs. Myrover came into the kitchen. "Dinah!" she said in a peevish tone. "Dinah!" Receiving no answer, Mrs.
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